11/21/07
When Biscuits met Gravy
Tri-O's oddities, observations, and opinions
by Herb Kandel
Perhaps you’ve forgotten the story. It happened in November 2004 at about this time of year. It was in all the newspapers and TV. But I can’t fault you for not remembering…..so many other things were happening like Afghanistan, Iraq, the economy, and blow-out bargains at stores (so….what else is new?). It all began with President Harry Truman back in 1947. Now, it’s not everyday that one gets to meet the president of the United States in person, especially those from such humble beginnings. But I’m getting ahead of myself. So, let me tell you how this particular meeting came about.
They came from a small farm in the town of Mahias, West Virginia. It was a large family. The first difficulty encountered when entering the world was learning how to drink and swallow. It was no easy task to master. The process in achieving this was fraught with danger. Were it not for those nurturing hands of those caring for them at the time, they would no longer be here. Because they were so fragile the temperature had to be carefully controlled ; too hot and they had a fit of panting, too cold led to uncontrollable shivers and possible smothering. Because of their skin condition they were susceptible to other maladies such as external parasites. Later ramps were necessary for them to gain room access. They overcame each obstacle and became healthier because of it as they grew. Even their food had to be prepared in precise nutritional proportions to aid in their well being and proper growth. And grow they did.
Everyone pitched in with the work and the days were long. They had small creature comforts but nothing elaborate, ornate, or expensive. It was not easy going, for at times when production was down and there were more mouths to feed they divided everything equally. There was a complete lack of privacy as many had to share the frugal surroundings, but there was never a time they went hungry or suffered from lack of supervision. In fact they were kept under constant surveillance for monitoring as well as their own protection. Because of the past traditions, recommended care, and circumstances both felt that they could never “spread their wings”, so to speak.
Not many long survive the rigors of such beginnings for most become just another statistic on federal reports and items on a grocery list to get checked off. But as fate would have it, through extra special attention such as the hand feeding of their supervised diet, being coddled by caring individuals, and not having to tolerate the grit and gravel of the usual existence, they prospered. So much so that they not only gained in health, and stature but also in prestige among their peers. They were now the leaders in the pecking order of things.
Thanksgiving time was approaching. It was a long standing tradition that the major caretaker had to go among the many offspring to make a selection as to who this year would be invited to the White House dinner. All the siblings flocked around him when he entered their space. Most were deserving and eager to be selected, but there were some dumb clucks who could not care a feather of a fig if it was them. But choices had to be made and they were.
In 1947 the first National Thanksgiving Turkey was presented to President Harry Truman and this marked the 57th anniversary of the event. President Lincoln and other presidents intermittently received live turkeys but not in an official presentation. This was how, in 2004, President Bush and the First Lady officially met Biscuits and Gravy.
They were 22 weeks old, broad-breasted, and each weighed about 40 pounds. As mentioned they were periodically hand fed a careful diet of corn and soybeans along with a continuous source of fresh water. A lot of human interaction was provided in order for them to be “properly presented” during the Rose Garden ceremony. In fact they did so well that they were granted a Presidential “pardon”. The reason two are chosen is just in case one becomes ill and cannot participate, just like the “First Runner-Up “ in a pageant.
After the “pardon” Biscuits and Gravy retired to a replica 1930’s farm, Kidwell Farm in Frying Pan Park, Fairfax County, Virginia. There they joined all the Thanksgiving Day Turkeys and their alternates of the past 15 years, received a lot of attention at this petting zoo and molted happily ever after.
So now we are thankful that these “birds on the land are better off than those two in the Bushes”
Happy Thanksgiving
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Friday, November 23, 2007
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11/7/07
A Long And Winding Road
Tri-O's Oddities, observations, and opinions
By Herb Kandel
It was only six months after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. On June 3, 1942 their aircraft struck again at the U.S. Installations at Dutch Harbor in the Aleutian Island Chain. Yes, the same Dutch Harbor from which those vessels launch to catch the Alaskan king crabs (that we see on “The Deadliest Catch”, airing on The Discovery Channel). The Japanese also captured Attu Island and Kiska. Not since the War of 1812 had American territory been occupied by an enemy. It took a year of fierce fighting costing many lives to recapture those territories.
The military had realized the threat of such an invasion through Alaska. For had the Japanese established a base near Anchorage the whole of Alaska would be at peril, “and thus place great pressure upon cities like Seattle, Portland and Vancouver..…..the invasion from Asia was underway” said James A. Michener in his novel “Alaska” .
Three months before the Dutch Harbor attack the U.S. Army had started construction of a road that could transport troops, food, and supplies to tactical points in Alaska. On March 8, 1942 the first shovel was turned into what was to become the Alcan Highway. It was an awesome undertaking. Again, Michener in his description about one of the men involved in the road’s creation writes, “July and August 1942were the closest to hell that he would experience on this earth, for his fifteen-and sixteen hour days were spent in an exhausting routine: drive through that copse of trees in a straight line, flattening evergreens big enough to produce spars for ships, attach wire ropes to stumps and yank them out, push in topsoil from the surrounding areas, level the whole, ride back and forth in the interminable dust to compact the surface, fight mosquitoes all day long and especially at night, to eat lousy food………..[then] finish off four miles before turning in to an exhausted but sometimes sleepless night.”
It took more than 10,000 U.S. Troops in cooperation with Canadian troops and independent contractors to complete this remarkable engineering task. Among those soldiers were four units of the Army's Black Corps of Engineers. They made up over 1/3 of the U.S. Troops but ironically were first considered unfit for these duties because most were from the South and were thought incapable of working in the northern frigid temperatures. When the highway was complete, many were decorated for their efforts and achievements and then transferred to active duty in Europe and the South Pacific. The Army's Black Corps of Engineers were members of the 93rd, 95th, 97th and 388th units.
Eight month and twelve days from that first shovel-full of soil the Alaskan-Canadian (Alcan) Highway was dedicated. This November 21st marks the 65th anniversary of the official dedication. During it’s completion it took the lives of 22 men, and seven airplanes attempting to deliver supplies had crashed. There were numerous and severe injuries for each mile laid. In 1946 the Canadian portion of the highway was transferred to Canada.
It is now spans 1520 miles. Mile 0 is in Dawson Creek, BC, and it leads in a northwesterly direction through Yukon Territory to mile 1520 at Fairbanks, AK. There are 1,190 miles in Canada. It is also connects to the Pan-American Highway system, which means you can drive from Fairbanks to Ushuia (near Cape Horn) at the tip of Argentina. According to Wickipedia “29,800 miles in total length. Except for a 54 MI. Rainforest gap, the road links the mainland nations of the Americas in a connected highway system. According to The Guinness Book of World Records, the Pan-American Highway is the world's longest 'motorable road' "
In June of 1943 the Army Signal Corps completed the radio-telephone line which linked Washington, D.C. To Alaska. It’s 2,000 mile long extension would make it the longest communication system of its kind in the world at that time.
So now we have a long and winding roar that is eligible for Social Security. And just as any senior citizen can attest some days can be creamy smooth while others are rocky road. Almost all of the two-lane highway is surfaced with asphalt but don’t expect to put your cruise control at 65. Some stretches are narrow and curvy missing ample shoulders and at times center lines. Lots of loose gravel can star windshields and “corrugated” areas where “frost heaves” occurred will put a stammer in your speech as you traverse the “washboard”. Sure there can be steep grades, dust, mud, snow, and those darn mosquitoes but with modern vehicles and their comfort accessories the ride is easier. But now it can be considered a “freeway” as compared to what it was when first built. Initially it was a 32 feet wide, singe lane, a muddy twisting trail for trucks and earthmoving equipment built with a single purpose - a lifeline to defend and protect, and that it has.
Happy birthday, Alcan.
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A Long And Winding Road
Tri-O's Oddities, observations, and opinions
By Herb Kandel
It was only six months after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. On June 3, 1942 their aircraft struck again at the U.S. Installations at Dutch Harbor in the Aleutian Island Chain. Yes, the same Dutch Harbor from which those vessels launch to catch the Alaskan king crabs (that we see on “The Deadliest Catch”, airing on The Discovery Channel). The Japanese also captured Attu Island and Kiska. Not since the War of 1812 had American territory been occupied by an enemy. It took a year of fierce fighting costing many lives to recapture those territories.
The military had realized the threat of such an invasion through Alaska. For had the Japanese established a base near Anchorage the whole of Alaska would be at peril, “and thus place great pressure upon cities like Seattle, Portland and Vancouver..…..the invasion from Asia was underway” said James A. Michener in his novel “Alaska” .
Three months before the Dutch Harbor attack the U.S. Army had started construction of a road that could transport troops, food, and supplies to tactical points in Alaska. On March 8, 1942 the first shovel was turned into what was to become the Alcan Highway. It was an awesome undertaking. Again, Michener in his description about one of the men involved in the road’s creation writes, “July and August 1942were the closest to hell that he would experience on this earth, for his fifteen-and sixteen hour days were spent in an exhausting routine: drive through that copse of trees in a straight line, flattening evergreens big enough to produce spars for ships, attach wire ropes to stumps and yank them out, push in topsoil from the surrounding areas, level the whole, ride back and forth in the interminable dust to compact the surface, fight mosquitoes all day long and especially at night, to eat lousy food………..[then] finish off four miles before turning in to an exhausted but sometimes sleepless night.”
It took more than 10,000 U.S. Troops in cooperation with Canadian troops and independent contractors to complete this remarkable engineering task. Among those soldiers were four units of the Army's Black Corps of Engineers. They made up over 1/3 of the U.S. Troops but ironically were first considered unfit for these duties because most were from the South and were thought incapable of working in the northern frigid temperatures. When the highway was complete, many were decorated for their efforts and achievements and then transferred to active duty in Europe and the South Pacific. The Army's Black Corps of Engineers were members of the 93rd, 95th, 97th and 388th units.
Eight month and twelve days from that first shovel-full of soil the Alaskan-Canadian (Alcan) Highway was dedicated. This November 21st marks the 65th anniversary of the official dedication. During it’s completion it took the lives of 22 men, and seven airplanes attempting to deliver supplies had crashed. There were numerous and severe injuries for each mile laid. In 1946 the Canadian portion of the highway was transferred to Canada.
It is now spans 1520 miles. Mile 0 is in Dawson Creek, BC, and it leads in a northwesterly direction through Yukon Territory to mile 1520 at Fairbanks, AK. There are 1,190 miles in Canada. It is also connects to the Pan-American Highway system, which means you can drive from Fairbanks to Ushuia (near Cape Horn) at the tip of Argentina. According to Wickipedia “29,800 miles in total length. Except for a 54 MI. Rainforest gap, the road links the mainland nations of the Americas in a connected highway system. According to The Guinness Book of World Records, the Pan-American Highway is the world's longest 'motorable road' "
In June of 1943 the Army Signal Corps completed the radio-telephone line which linked Washington, D.C. To Alaska. It’s 2,000 mile long extension would make it the longest communication system of its kind in the world at that time.
So now we have a long and winding roar that is eligible for Social Security. And just as any senior citizen can attest some days can be creamy smooth while others are rocky road. Almost all of the two-lane highway is surfaced with asphalt but don’t expect to put your cruise control at 65. Some stretches are narrow and curvy missing ample shoulders and at times center lines. Lots of loose gravel can star windshields and “corrugated” areas where “frost heaves” occurred will put a stammer in your speech as you traverse the “washboard”. Sure there can be steep grades, dust, mud, snow, and those darn mosquitoes but with modern vehicles and their comfort accessories the ride is easier. But now it can be considered a “freeway” as compared to what it was when first built. Initially it was a 32 feet wide, singe lane, a muddy twisting trail for trucks and earthmoving equipment built with a single purpose - a lifeline to defend and protect, and that it has.
Happy birthday, Alcan.
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Monday, November 05, 2007
10/24/07
Thoughts of notes
Tri-O's oddities, observations, and opinions
by Herb Kandel
It’s strange but not rare that one observation can trigger a series of thoughts that lead to memories long past. This happened to me again two weeks ago. It’s course went bumpity, bumpity, bump ---from a recent TV show to an almost forgotten college class. Follow this journey- start with David Letterman go to 50 Cent then to George Carlin, which leads to Rogers and Hart that reminds me of Kern and Hammerstein then Cole Porter, when up pops poetry wherein it lands me smack to a conclusion of a Sociology term paper turned in close to 40 years ago. WHEW! Let me ‘splain:
I was watching “The Late Show with David Letterman” his musical guest was the hip-hop rapper 50 Cent who ‘sang’ something I later learned was named “Ayo Technology”. It’s opening line was something like “She want it” repeated over and over. The repetitive ad nauseam chorus rhymed “hypnotized” with “hips and thighs”. For me it went further downhill and became 50 scents, none of them pleasant. George Carlin then entered the process when I recalled him recently saying that he “lived through the Golden Age of radio, television, movies and American popular standard music”.
How had the musical taste shifted from the once popular ballads of those talented people who scored and penned words which almost sing themselves off the page?
Read and listen -“I took one look at you/That's all I meant to do/And then my heart stood still/My feet could step and walk/My lips could move and talk/And yet my heart stood still”
“My Heart Stood Still” Music by Richard Rodgers , lyrics by Lorenz Hart
Or: “You are the promised kiss of springtime/That makes the lonely winter seem long./You are the breathless hush of evening/That trembles on the brink of a lovely song./You are the angel glow that lights a star,/The dearest things I know are what you are.”"All the Things You Are" Music by Jerome Kern, lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II.
Or: “Night and day, you are the one/Only you beneath the moon or under the sun/Whether near to me, or far/It's no matter darling where you are/I think of you/Day and night, night and day”
“Night and Day” by Cole Porter
The marriage of those words and music seem as poetic as any of those from Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman. Which in turn jolted my memory to a term paper I had submitted for the term project of a Sociology class in my Junior year. It was entitled “The Times and the Tunes”.
The major thrust of the paper was to follow the course of the then popular songs/music to see if they correlated to the historical events of the times. After much research at many libraries, using the old 3x5 index cards (no Google or Ask then), and after many footnotes, references, and bibliography the conclusion was “Yes, the tunes did mirror the times in which they were popular”. From the Psalms of David to ancient ditties in the earliest recorded periods unearthed right up to the time when my treatise was submitted for evaluation.
If this be the case then the ‘standard’ popular musical taste has morphed from a ‘love’ song into a ‘lust’ song much as the transformers of today. Is it any better, will it survive or is it just a fad?
Music is still evolving . From the classics (forever music) to the trendy (here for now) to the ‘one hit wonder’ (“oh yeah, I remember that“). During the last half dozen decades we have listened to the scat of Ella Fitzgerald and Mel Torme, the avant-garde of Miles Davis, Charlie Parker and Stan Kenton, and the innovation of Steven Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein, and Andrew Lloyd Webber. Elvis, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and their ilk provided a new twist.
The entire musical gamut has the capacity to embrace myriad genres. I like most of them, but I can’t help hoping that the ‘songs’ with incomprehensible (at least to me) lewd lyrics that denigrates women, coupled with a lack of melody, grace, and civility fade fast. I know that this too is a reflection of a part of this timeline of existence, yet I cling to the concept of a happier, optimistic, and more innocent view. It may be true that this generation considers the current hip hop prattle to be modern love songs, if this is so my only comment is, “They’re writing songs of love, but not for me.”
“But Not For Me” Music by George Gershwin, lyrics by Ira Gershwin
There you have the encephalographic roller coaster, from David Letterman to King David to dissertation. But in the words of William Shakespeare, “There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
PS the term paper got an A-
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Thoughts of notes
Tri-O's oddities, observations, and opinions
by Herb Kandel
It’s strange but not rare that one observation can trigger a series of thoughts that lead to memories long past. This happened to me again two weeks ago. It’s course went bumpity, bumpity, bump ---from a recent TV show to an almost forgotten college class. Follow this journey- start with David Letterman go to 50 Cent then to George Carlin, which leads to Rogers and Hart that reminds me of Kern and Hammerstein then Cole Porter, when up pops poetry wherein it lands me smack to a conclusion of a Sociology term paper turned in close to 40 years ago. WHEW! Let me ‘splain:
I was watching “The Late Show with David Letterman” his musical guest was the hip-hop rapper 50 Cent who ‘sang’ something I later learned was named “Ayo Technology”. It’s opening line was something like “She want it” repeated over and over. The repetitive ad nauseam chorus rhymed “hypnotized” with “hips and thighs”. For me it went further downhill and became 50 scents, none of them pleasant. George Carlin then entered the process when I recalled him recently saying that he “lived through the Golden Age of radio, television, movies and American popular standard music”.
How had the musical taste shifted from the once popular ballads of those talented people who scored and penned words which almost sing themselves off the page?
Read and listen -“I took one look at you/That's all I meant to do/And then my heart stood still/My feet could step and walk/My lips could move and talk/And yet my heart stood still”
“My Heart Stood Still” Music by Richard Rodgers , lyrics by Lorenz Hart
Or: “You are the promised kiss of springtime/That makes the lonely winter seem long./You are the breathless hush of evening/That trembles on the brink of a lovely song./You are the angel glow that lights a star,/The dearest things I know are what you are.”"All the Things You Are" Music by Jerome Kern, lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II.
Or: “Night and day, you are the one/Only you beneath the moon or under the sun/Whether near to me, or far/It's no matter darling where you are/I think of you/Day and night, night and day”
“Night and Day” by Cole Porter
The marriage of those words and music seem as poetic as any of those from Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman. Which in turn jolted my memory to a term paper I had submitted for the term project of a Sociology class in my Junior year. It was entitled “The Times and the Tunes”.
The major thrust of the paper was to follow the course of the then popular songs/music to see if they correlated to the historical events of the times. After much research at many libraries, using the old 3x5 index cards (no Google or Ask then), and after many footnotes, references, and bibliography the conclusion was “Yes, the tunes did mirror the times in which they were popular”. From the Psalms of David to ancient ditties in the earliest recorded periods unearthed right up to the time when my treatise was submitted for evaluation.
If this be the case then the ‘standard’ popular musical taste has morphed from a ‘love’ song into a ‘lust’ song much as the transformers of today. Is it any better, will it survive or is it just a fad?
Music is still evolving . From the classics (forever music) to the trendy (here for now) to the ‘one hit wonder’ (“oh yeah, I remember that“). During the last half dozen decades we have listened to the scat of Ella Fitzgerald and Mel Torme, the avant-garde of Miles Davis, Charlie Parker and Stan Kenton, and the innovation of Steven Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein, and Andrew Lloyd Webber. Elvis, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and their ilk provided a new twist.
The entire musical gamut has the capacity to embrace myriad genres. I like most of them, but I can’t help hoping that the ‘songs’ with incomprehensible (at least to me) lewd lyrics that denigrates women, coupled with a lack of melody, grace, and civility fade fast. I know that this too is a reflection of a part of this timeline of existence, yet I cling to the concept of a happier, optimistic, and more innocent view. It may be true that this generation considers the current hip hop prattle to be modern love songs, if this is so my only comment is, “They’re writing songs of love, but not for me.”
“But Not For Me” Music by George Gershwin, lyrics by Ira Gershwin
There you have the encephalographic roller coaster, from David Letterman to King David to dissertation. But in the words of William Shakespeare, “There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
PS the term paper got an A-
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10/10/07
The 3:10 to Seymour and the 7-11
Tri-O's Oddities, observations, and opinions
By Herb Kandel
As had been mentioned here in several past columns there are now more cameras recording street activity for surveillance along with those in commercial establishments and homes. We are also familiar with the digital cameras built into cell phones as well as ones as slim as pens or concealed in seemingly innocent items like clocks and vases checking on the nanny. It’s almost a daily occurrence to view crimes that were videotaped and shown on the nightly news for help in identifying the perpetrators.
I guess the first recorded misdeed was when the serpent enticed Eve with the apple or when the car insurance company maligned the caveman’s intelligence. Be that as it may, but we do have an early newspaper confirmed crime: It happened October 6, 1866. The first known train robbery occurred on an Ohio and Mississippi passenger train near Seymour, Indiana. Three members of the Reno gang (no relation to former U.S. Attorney General Janet, that we know of) boarded the choo-choo and made off with $10,000. The James boys (no relation to former Alabama Governor Fob, that we know of) perfected the scheme and put it into practice in 1873. There were no cameras to catch the action at that time but with the aforementioned technology there has been a spate in recent bizarre crimes that have been caught on tape committed by some folks whose IQ was less than the circumference of their wrist. For instance:
The guy in Colorado Springs was holding up the liquor store. After getting the cash he told the clerk to give him the bottle of scotch behind the counter. The clerk refused saying he was under age. Whereupon the genius proved that he was over 21 by showing his drivers license. He was caught soon afterward.
The wiggling movements gave him away. It was at the Las Vegas airport when he was caught smuggling lizards into the country. He should not have stuffed them into tube socks and put them in his underwear. Seems he is not the only endangered species.
In Stone Lake, Wisconsin this birdbrain in an SUV wearing camouflage clothes with a helmet and face mask, pulls into the drive-in window at the bank. He holds up a bag which he says contains a bomb and demands all the money. The teller says the money had been removed from the till but she offered candy and lollypops. He proved indecisive and drove away in frustration. “There, that will show them I'm no sucker”, he probably said as he sped off.
They thought they were stealing cell phones from the Babylon, NY warehouse but they turned out to be global positioning systems (GPS). The police activated the GPS systems remotely which led them to the home of one of three heisters. Which only proves that it’s still Location, Location, Location.
It was at the convenience store when he put the $20 bill on the counter and asked for change. The clerk opened the drawer then was ordered to hand over the cash or he would be shot. The clerk gave him the $15 that was there. The robber fled leaving the $20. Sometimes things just don't add up.
In England the burglar broke into a warehouse and loaded his truck with 18 pallets of copper and nickel. It weighed so much that the suspension collapsed and he was caught He was sentenced to two years which only goes to show you can't rock or roll when there’s too much heavy metal.
The next case on the docket was People vs. Steven L. Crook. The bailiff then shouted to the holding cell “Crook, come forward.” Five of the prisoners then entered. Moral: you can't tell a crook by his cover-alls.
Numbers Note: This marks the start of Tri-O’s 3rd year.
The 3:10 to Seymour and the 7-11
Tri-O's Oddities, observations, and opinions
By Herb Kandel
As had been mentioned here in several past columns there are now more cameras recording street activity for surveillance along with those in commercial establishments and homes. We are also familiar with the digital cameras built into cell phones as well as ones as slim as pens or concealed in seemingly innocent items like clocks and vases checking on the nanny. It’s almost a daily occurrence to view crimes that were videotaped and shown on the nightly news for help in identifying the perpetrators.
I guess the first recorded misdeed was when the serpent enticed Eve with the apple or when the car insurance company maligned the caveman’s intelligence. Be that as it may, but we do have an early newspaper confirmed crime: It happened October 6, 1866. The first known train robbery occurred on an Ohio and Mississippi passenger train near Seymour, Indiana. Three members of the Reno gang (no relation to former U.S. Attorney General Janet, that we know of) boarded the choo-choo and made off with $10,000. The James boys (no relation to former Alabama Governor Fob, that we know of) perfected the scheme and put it into practice in 1873. There were no cameras to catch the action at that time but with the aforementioned technology there has been a spate in recent bizarre crimes that have been caught on tape committed by some folks whose IQ was less than the circumference of their wrist. For instance:
The guy in Colorado Springs was holding up the liquor store. After getting the cash he told the clerk to give him the bottle of scotch behind the counter. The clerk refused saying he was under age. Whereupon the genius proved that he was over 21 by showing his drivers license. He was caught soon afterward.
The wiggling movements gave him away. It was at the Las Vegas airport when he was caught smuggling lizards into the country. He should not have stuffed them into tube socks and put them in his underwear. Seems he is not the only endangered species.
In Stone Lake, Wisconsin this birdbrain in an SUV wearing camouflage clothes with a helmet and face mask, pulls into the drive-in window at the bank. He holds up a bag which he says contains a bomb and demands all the money. The teller says the money had been removed from the till but she offered candy and lollypops. He proved indecisive and drove away in frustration. “There, that will show them I'm no sucker”, he probably said as he sped off.
They thought they were stealing cell phones from the Babylon, NY warehouse but they turned out to be global positioning systems (GPS). The police activated the GPS systems remotely which led them to the home of one of three heisters. Which only proves that it’s still Location, Location, Location.
It was at the convenience store when he put the $20 bill on the counter and asked for change. The clerk opened the drawer then was ordered to hand over the cash or he would be shot. The clerk gave him the $15 that was there. The robber fled leaving the $20. Sometimes things just don't add up.
In England the burglar broke into a warehouse and loaded his truck with 18 pallets of copper and nickel. It weighed so much that the suspension collapsed and he was caught He was sentenced to two years which only goes to show you can't rock or roll when there’s too much heavy metal.
The next case on the docket was People vs. Steven L. Crook. The bailiff then shouted to the holding cell “Crook, come forward.” Five of the prisoners then entered. Moral: you can't tell a crook by his cover-alls.
Numbers Note: This marks the start of Tri-O’s 3rd year.
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